Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.